The atmosphere in the room suddenly tensed up. It was clear that this group was made up of seasoned fighters. Seeing Zhang Ziwen remain calm in the midst of them all, a hint of mockery in his fearless eyes, added an element of unpredictability that held them back from launching an immediate attack. Instead, they simply surrounded him in a circle. Counting down, they were layered five rows deep - seemingly a rabble of rogues but when it came to action, they acted with precision. They must be professional fighters, Zhang Ziwen figured, keeping his eyes locked on his target, a middle-aged man who looked like Chen Jinbao, standing outside the circle and coolly assessing Zhang Ziwen, who was trapped in the middle.
"So you are Chen Jinbao, General Chen?" Zhang Ziwen asked, his gaze piercing through the crowd and fixed on the middle-aged man. His tone was curt; at this point, there was no room for niceties.
